It's strange. Tuesday night when the election was called, I naturally felt relieved and happy. For some reason, though, I couldn't really feel it. I remember the night Clinton won in '92. I was over-the-moon ecstatic, and I expected this time I'd be doubly elated. Well, it was strange. I just wasn't as jubilant as I expected to be. E was misting up with joy. I felt sort of... wooden.

Just now, though, I watched last night's Rachel Maddow show (my new TV girlfriend), and the reality of this finally hit me. Holy cats. Did we do this? It looks like we actually did this! Woooooooooooooo!!!!

I think I was waiting for them to take it away, like they have before. I must have been expecting the secret fascist lifestyle police to declare Barack not Christian enough or something. But I was just watching footage from the acceptance speech, and I saw how he and Michelle were hugging, and looking... strangely serene and almost somber. The Bidens were doing the usual victory dance up there, but the Obamas looked almost a little bit grave. That's when the waterworks hit me. I believe this man may mean everything he's said about wanting to do things differently. I believe in this man, and more importantly, I believe in my country again.